Monday, July 8, 2013

Private Delights

Hard footsteps sounded on the carpeted
hallway and Joanne ducked into one of the ladies rooms on that side of the
building. Hiding in a stall wasn’t cool, but the only way to escape
questioning.

The main door remained shut and she relaxed
enough to leave the stall and dry her tears. Once composed, she stepped out
into the corridor.

Derek’s big body propped up the wall across
the hall.

She stopped short, not sure what to say and
wondering why he was so obviously waiting for her.

He pushed his body off the wall and turned
with a sharp, “Follow.”

With that tone of voice, how could she not?

A swipe of his keycard popped the door’s
lock. He held open the door to a private playroom and ushered her inside.

“Why were you hiding?”

Oh, no, he was not going to Dom her into
giving him everything and sharing nothing of himself. “Why did you come to my
house last night?”

His stare unnerved her. Heat crept up her
chest and across her cheeks, a physical reminder of what she wanted from him.

“On your knees, Joanne.”

“No.” She stood her ground, unwilling to
forget the conversation she’d overheard. If he was leaving, she wanted the
words to come from him.

"When are you leaving?”

“What are you talking about?”

Liar. She wouldn’t let him lie to her. “I
heard you. Your conversation with Master Mark was loud enough that it was
probably heard in the back parking lot. Tell me.”

Hands on hips, she waited while he stared.

The quick snatch at her arm put her off
balance and he spun her around to capture both hands behind her back. Too
strong for her to resist, he controlled her wrists with one hand and reached
for a nearby drawer. Something soft wrapped around her wrists and tightened
until she couldn’t separate her hands.

“Let me go.”

“Do not tell me no, Joanne.” The voice in
her ear was dark, lusty, and urgent. “You are mine. Don’t forget that fact.
Submit to me or use your safe word.”

The word hung on the tip of her tongue but
she refused to give it voice. If he left her, she’d have this moment to remember
afterward. If this was all he could give her, she’d take and cherish it. She
bit back a reply but writhed in his grip. She wouldn’t make it easy for him.

“Eavesdropping isn’t a good idea. You might
hear things you shouldn’t.” A tug on the short length of leather between her
wrists pulled her back against him. “On your knees or use your safe word.”

With only two choices, she went to her
knees.

Derek stood before her and
growled deep in his throatwhen she met
his eyes.

“I expect submission, Joanne.
Don’t make me wait. I’m not in the mood to go easy on you.”

She dropped her chin and waited.
The pressure of his hand on her crown soothed more than it hurt, but the
tension in his body put her on edge. Something bothered him enough to want to
leave and she didn’t know how to help him.

He paced around her, a touch here,
a touch there, while she waited for a word or a clue as to his intentions. He
stopped behind her and she drew in a rough breath. Fear of the unknown was more
powerful than the fear of a man she trusted. In this moment, she feared more
for Derek and what was happening in his head than what he would do to her.

“Will
you obey, or will you use that word? Tell me.”

“I
will obey, Master.”

“You will not run from me.”

She quivered, her heart a sharp
thump in her chest at every command. The change in his demeanor had her off
center and confused while she tried to figure out what he wanted from her.

“No, Master.”

“Joanne. Look at me.”

His hand swept over her shoulder
and lifted her hair, wrapping his hand in the locks. ”Joanne.”

His sandpaper over velvet voice
sent a shiver down her spine. Something had happened last night, but she didn’t
have a clue as to what. The pressure on her scalp increased and she lifted her
chin to look into his eyes. They were dark, rich with emotion and bald need.

“I’m yours, Master.”

His fingers dug into her scalp and she stood ready for whatever he had in mind.